Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 12 Existence in the Body

The next day, overcast.

The sky was gray, like a paper towel contaminated with ink, which began to diffuse from one end of the sea level, and the sunlight that occasionally struggling through the gaps of the dark clouds fell on the deck as if it were dying.

William looked at the sea and sky, feeling that another storm was approaching, and the suppressed haze air was breathed into the lungs, and his expression was gloomy and uneasy.

No one knows where this dilapidated Via’s voyage will end, or whether it will be swallowed and capsized in the next storm.

There are some pirates on the deck gambling, and he usually participates in it, but at this moment, standing alone on the bow, looking down at the cold and vast sea as always, he suddenly thinks for the first time that he is fragmented and unworthy of life. What have all gone through?

“This sea once buried the dead bodies of countless pirates, and it will be the same now and in the future. It is not so much that the Via sailing in the magnificent sea, it is better to climb the bloody sea of ​​corpses.”

His cold cheeks were reflected in the sea, and it seemed to be foreshadowing.

“William, what are you looking at here?” In the unpleasant voice that broke the throat, a pirate who was full of sweat came over, followed William’s line of sight and looked towards the sea, but found nothing. Then he said: “The first officer asked you to come over.”

As soon as the door came in, everyone in the room focused their eyes. William looked at each other and counted the number of people in his mind. The backbone of the three first officers, Ganzivir, Shaqiri, and Gucci, were all present, and the first officer was sitting in this group of people. In the center of the eye, bloodshot eyes were looking over.

William suddenly felt a sudden burst in his heart, and he heard Lowe’s dry voice in the next second, the master’s vicious and cunning voice in his voice.

“William, I need you to spread a message…”

William walked out of the room with a gloomy expression and walked all the way to the bottom of the cabin, his silent eyes filled with haze.

The damp and hot smell permeated the cabin, and the pirates with their naked upper bodies and heavy body hair gathered in twos and threes in the corner, screaming and laughing hysterically with blushing ears.

The atmosphere of gambling is like flu from the upper respiratory tract, and the scorching air flow from every breath is like boiling hot water in the boiling pirates.

This is what William saw when he came in. He raised his gloomy eyelids and immediately observed one, two, three, and four people who were not “infected by the disease”. They were lying on the bed in a very conspicuous manner. , Did not seem to be drowsy because of the noise.

Two positions were close to the middle cabin, and two were close to the door. William frowned. He noticed that one of the positions was closest to the door, which happened to be Yarlin.

His pupils contracted, and the lines on the tail of his eyes finely outline the hidden killing intent. He quietly observed Yallin, and the other party was lying on his back on the bed, his eyebrows closed, and there seemed to be some rosy on his calm and pale cheeks. color.

His attention was focused on Yarlin, so that he didn’t realize the unusual weirdness of the other three sleepers.

After all, who would doubt whether the person lying around by the pillow is alive?

Yarlin, who was asleep, didn’t notice William’s peeping gaze. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind. Let’s call it his mind. After all, he was not sure about the strange life of Asturger. Where does the body reside in his body?

The left hand is just the external form of Asturgers, a form of expression in a narrow sense, but God knows that Asturgers can hardly define the concept of its existence in a broad sense.

The brain or soul, or a certain coexisting cell, a rebuilt structural tissue and organ in a certain body, Yarlin sometimes is fortunate that there is no such fluoroscopy instrument as “X-ray and CT” on this broken ship. Otherwise, he will definitely be unable to help but watch the real situation in his body.

That scene, I’m afraid it will not be too beautiful!

Closer to home, Yarlin’s consciousness at the moment sees through a dark desolation, pitch black, deep, and gloomy. There seems to be a huge and small shadow rooted in the silence. It is said that it is small because of the volume and form of geometric meaning alone. By definition, it is no more than a slap at best; it is said that it is huge because of the inexplicable shock on the senses. It feels like facing the first singularity of the universe, the kind of fear derived from the instinct of life.

It’s like, you don’t think that a meteorite falling to the ground is small, because it once lived in the sky and vast, and it was unimaginable in unpredictable places; it’s like you can’t despise a nuclear bomb, even if it’s compact, because it Can create a vast sea of ​​corpses.

It was an unusually contradictory feeling, so much so that Yarlin felt that using the term “it” was not enough respect, and could only choose “him”, and now, he and himself coexist as one.

The shadow occludes all the light. More precisely, it is the shadow itself. It is a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles. Numerous black lines are squirming and swaying. Yallin can clearly perceive that there are six black threads. unusual.

Four of them penetrate the space and extend into the darkness of nothingness; there is also a black wire that winds and swings end to end and is woven into an oval ball bag, which looks like a blood bag for infusion and a blastoderm that breeds life. ; The last one turns into a straight black line, which penetrates straight into a human-shaped phantom.

“That phantom reflects me, and the different black lines are exactly contrasted with Astur’s three abilities-transformation, swallowing, and absorption.”

Yallin thoughtfully, several scenes flashed in his mind.

The first fragment: The corpse with its broken neck stood up from the ground again, and was processed in the same way all night. Behind him and Bill stood a total of four stiff and pale “living corpses” standing side by side.

The second fragment: The warm body of a woman was swallowed by his left hand, countless black threads overflowed, and even the dregs were swallowed.

The third fragment: a stiff pirate in the stern of the night, the flesh of the whole body becomes old and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a corpse that has been drained of blood and water, and then pushed into the seabed by a black palm.

The first and third scenes are naturally the results of Yallin’s overnight work last night. They are slightly different from the number of people originally planned, and it doesn’t matter. In short, the efficiency is quite high.

“Astur’s bad, I’m here!” Yallin called in his heart.

In the next moment, the deep echoing sound was trembling, and Yarlin saw a vertical line suddenly cracked in the shadow of the black species, and a section of dark vertical lines appeared, and his deep and strange eyes looked at each other.

“Draining a person into a nutrient for absorption, the feeling of absorbing growth is like life is evolving incessantly, and every cell is irrepressibly intoxicated and sinking.” Yarlin breathed greedily. The expression, “Oh, it’s the first time I’m absorbing life. Please forgive me for expressing emotions that I can’t help but feel. It’s hard to restrain. What I want to ask is, what kind of need did you get that woman after you swallowed it?”